The Final Game

I lye in my bed with music blaring, So when I’m on the field, I’m unsparing. My friend and I are constantly relentless. If it was a word, we would be resentless. Thanks to the coach and his selfish ways, We were one and four as he expects praise.

We were facing an average adversary. I was feeling like a mercenary. Before, I fell for every deception. It was like I had no visual perception.

When I had arrived, I was feeling queasy, I didn’t know if we’d obtain the victory I had to put it all behind me, If I didn’t, I’d be brought to my knees.

We were c***ed, locked, and ready to rock. I look at the men I’m going to block. We punt the ball, every man dashing. My eyes peeled, I looked for the ball as pads were crashing.

“Set! Hit!” I explode off the ball, looking for a subterfuge. There! I went after the ball, hoping not to look like a stooge. Play after play, I was having tons of fun. I knew my dad would be proud of his son.

As the clock ran down, Kenowa came on top. I think we put Northview into shock. Kenowa had put the needle in the thread, but our losing record still gave us dread.

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